Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

1]
your worst be this verse right here
but good, that's you niggas get for sleeping on me
i put your favorite rapper in a hearse there
and i bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call peoples on me
hard to keep it real when everybody it phony
i'mma keep it sosa these niggas keep it tony
you gotta watch the picture that you painting with your
we go in niggas' mouths, i don't know bout purses
and up with this, "i'm just sayin'" shit?
fuck asked you shouldn't be saying shit
problem is, assholes saying shit
but money talks you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying
plaxi-ho, oops, i mean plaxico
talking bout we get 'em robbed -shut the fuck up, bob
you know the story, come home, set it sob
gonna be a hater cause he can't find a job
nigga at home, like he out of town
nigga on the field, feeling he out of bounds
welcome to my city, on my city
that just my opinion, but who fucking with me, huh?
why give a fuck it makes no sense to
that ray j shit got me so
big bad wolf dressed in a granny
nigga, i see through your tranny disguise
your jeans sagging too low, or panties too high
you can't touch me, you waiting for mani to dry
and you don't want them niggas in your though
to see if you got indo'/outdo'
i one to put no info out, yo

you start shit, i end shit
you under the influence, i'm the bullshit
you on a tank, i got a full clip
you got the drool dripping from the wolves'
have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
blahsay blah, blahsay
yeah, death comes in threes like menage a
mase-qua, that's the four-door
my aston martin, made that a body
double pipes, my four-door shotty
sitting but i'm shitting, my four-door potty
ain't too many ride like me,
what separates the majors from the little league
little me, just to be the bigger person
dr. banner, but the nigga version
and you don't to see me angry
you won't like it when i'm
my condolences from the
all i could say, sorry for your